"Kyra, let me ask you a question."
"Kyra, now you tell me a question."
"What are you putting on that Durrenberger." (referring to the hamburgers we were having for dinner. At this comment Bill cringed and Kyra and I laughed hysterically. Bill really doesn't like it when people spell our last name DurrenbUrger, so you can imagine his dismay when our own daughter lumped us is with the cattle)
Oh, and then there was the prayer. She doesn't usually stray from the "bless our food, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen" but tonight she threw in a little bit for herself: "please bless mommy, and daddy, and Kyra to be nice to me." The table shook as we all tried to contain our laughter.
Last night, Tasha woke up to go to the bathroom while Bill and I were still up watching a movie. Strangely, she went back to HER bed, tucked herself (and apparently a teddy bear) back in, and went back to sleep. Bill went to check on her a few minutes after the toilet flush and found this: